Trafika Europe 12 - French Bon-Bons

Louis Armand

‘I don’t have a father.’ ‘Of course. I meant Professor Hájek.’ I looked away from him, at the scenery through the window. A pair of wasps were coupling on the ledge outside, one almost twice the size of the other, its black and yellow striped tail curled up underneath it, the sting firmly embedded in the tail of the other which in turn opened outwards at the tip like some sinister yellow mouth trying to swallow it.